I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recount
I could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding the
island in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
What or who do I need on this island I'm on?
What or who I need is something, someone, I'm constantly rejecting.
It's someone that's always chasing me, craving my love back.
If you asked me, I probably would not want to be stranded on an island with Him.
That leaves me bare and vulnerable to talk and communicate with the One who
I have been avoiding. It doesn't allow me to run from the shattered pieces of myself.
I can only imagine how it must have been for Adam to have God to himself.
To be "stranded" in a garden, with life all around, walking upon the
very ground he was made from. Oh the joy! Who would ever want to leave?
But I'm no Adam.
I can see it now.
I'm on an island with the giver of life, the one who allows breath in my lungs
each morning. The one who knows all my anxious thoughts, the one who wants
to hold me, love me.
Maybe I can finally face my fears.
Maybe I can accept my flaws.
Maybe I can grab unto Him and allow Him to show me why being stranded is
a good thing.
It allows me to lean on the only One who can get me off the island I've created for